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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.