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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Ludus,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
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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.