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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.