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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.