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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Jandek,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.