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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
X-102,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
The Wake,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.