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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.