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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
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,
Television,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.