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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
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,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.