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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
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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.
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.