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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Japan,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.