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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.