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 Maldives and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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?
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.