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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.