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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Monks,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.