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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 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?
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Monolake,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.