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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.