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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.