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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.