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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Paris and Mexico City.
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 linndrum 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.