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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.