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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.