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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.