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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 organ 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.