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 Burundi and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.