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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.