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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.