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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.