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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.