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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.