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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.