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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five 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?
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.