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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.