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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.