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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flag. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads 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?
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Wire,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
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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.
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