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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Television,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.