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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Wings,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
X-101,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.