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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.