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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.