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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.