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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.