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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Sparks,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.