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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.