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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Pole,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.
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.