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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.