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 Germany and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.