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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.