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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.