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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 sitar and a snare 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.