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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Residents to the dance 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.