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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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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.