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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.