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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.