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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.