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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.