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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Television,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.