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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.