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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.