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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.