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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.