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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
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.