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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Nico,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.