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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.