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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.