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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.