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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.