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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.