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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Hoover,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.