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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.