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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.