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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Index,
The Monks,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.