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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.