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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 sitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.