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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.