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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.