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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.