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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
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You don't know what you really want.
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.