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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
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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.