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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.