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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
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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.