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 Saudi Arabia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
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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.