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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 All-Stars to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Technova,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
MDC,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.