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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Wire,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.