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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Invisible to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Nas,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
AZ,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.