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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.