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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.