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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
X-102,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.