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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 J.B.'s 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.