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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.