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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Can,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
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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.
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.