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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.