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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.