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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.