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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.