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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.