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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.