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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
The Index,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.