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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.