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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.