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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Can to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.