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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.