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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.