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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Techniques to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.