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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.