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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
cv313,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.