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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.