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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.