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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.