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 Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Gong,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.