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 Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Index,
Skriet,
Smog,
The Index,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.