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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.