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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.