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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.