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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.