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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.