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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 This Heat 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.