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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.