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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Toasters to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.