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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.