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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.