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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.