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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.