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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.