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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.