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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.