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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.