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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.