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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Cameo,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.