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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.