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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.