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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.