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 South Africa 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Visage,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.