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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.