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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Swans,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.