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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.