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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.