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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.