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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.