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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
X-102,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.