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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.