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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses 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 dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
X-102,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.