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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Sound to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.