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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.