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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
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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.