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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Trojans to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.