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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.