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 Gambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.