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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.