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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.