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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.