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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.