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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 mellotron 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Can,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.