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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.