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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.