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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.