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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.
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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.