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 Sierra Leone 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.