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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
10cc,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.