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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.