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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.