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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Franke,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.