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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Fear,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.