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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.