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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 snare 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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.