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 Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.