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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.