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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Young Rascals 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.