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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.