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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.