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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Magma,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.