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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.