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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.