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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.