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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Toronto and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Suicide to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.