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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Associates,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
The Martian,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.
You don't know what you really want.