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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.