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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.