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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.