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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.