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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.