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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.