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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.