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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Pole,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.