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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.