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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.