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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.