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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.