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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.