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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.