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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.