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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.