Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.