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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s.
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 Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
The Move,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.