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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.