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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.