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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.