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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.