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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.