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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.