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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.