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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Scion,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
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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.