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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.