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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.