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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.