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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Lalann,
MC5,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.