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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.