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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Can,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.