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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.