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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.