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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.