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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.