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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.