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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.