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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.