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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.