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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.