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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Excepter to the rock 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.