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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.