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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.