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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
June Days,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Scion,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
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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.