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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.