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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
MC5,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.