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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Can,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.