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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Five Americans to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.