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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.