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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.