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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
June Days,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.