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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.