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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.