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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.