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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
The Index,
The Cure,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.