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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.