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 Lebanon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.