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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.