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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Niagra,
Slave,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.