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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.