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 Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Can,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.