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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 10cc to the grunge 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Index,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.