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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.