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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Can,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.