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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Neu!,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.