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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.