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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.