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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.