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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.