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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.