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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.