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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
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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.