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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Television,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.