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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.