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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.