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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 marimba and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.