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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.