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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.