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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.