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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.