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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the grunge 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.