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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.