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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
UT,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.