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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
World's Most,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.