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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.