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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.