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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.