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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Offenders to the jazz 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.