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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
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,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.