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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin 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 organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Scientists,
CMW,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.