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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
CMW,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.