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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.