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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
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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.