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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.