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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.