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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.