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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Technova,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.