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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.