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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.