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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
UT,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
The Index,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.