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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
cv313,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.