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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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You don't know what you really want.
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