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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.