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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Pus to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Japan,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.