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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.