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 Uganda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the funk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Wire,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.