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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Lalann,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.