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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.