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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.