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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.