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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.