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 Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
MDC,
The Move,
Can,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.