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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.