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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.