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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 Michael McDonald 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.