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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.