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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Yaz,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.