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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
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.