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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.