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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.