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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.