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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.