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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.