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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
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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.