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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
UT,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.