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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.