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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.