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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.