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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.