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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Japan,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.