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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Standells to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.