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 Niger and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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?
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Gong,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.