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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.