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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
ABC,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.