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 Greece 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
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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.