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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.