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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '90s.
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 Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
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.
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.