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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.