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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.