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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.