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 Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.