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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.