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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Dead Boys to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
The Index,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
AZ,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.