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 Albania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Pole,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.