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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Selecter to the punk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.