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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Brick,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.