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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Scion,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.