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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.