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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.