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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.