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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.