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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Can,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.