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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.