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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.