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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
10cc,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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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.