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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.