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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Scientists 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.