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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.