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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.