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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Television,
JFA,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.