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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Aswad,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.