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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Stooges to the disco 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.