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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.