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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.