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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.