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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
The Human League,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
the Slits,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.