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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.