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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
PIL,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.