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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 808 and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.