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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.