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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Index,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.