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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.