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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review 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?
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
AZ,
The Vogues,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.