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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.