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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Trojans 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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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.