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 Chile and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.