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 Libya 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.