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 Andorra and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.