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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
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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.