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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
The Martian,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.