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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.