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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 theremin 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.