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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.