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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.