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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.