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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.