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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Pole,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.