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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.
You don't know what you really want.