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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.