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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barracudas to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
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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.