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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
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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.