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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.