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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.