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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.