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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.