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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Organ,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.