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 East Timor and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Q65 to the rock 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.