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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.