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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.