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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Niagra,
June Days,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.