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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Visage,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.