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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.