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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
The Associates,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Scion,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.