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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Franke,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.