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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
cv313,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.