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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.