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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 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 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.