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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.