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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.