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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.