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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.
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.