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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.