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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.