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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.