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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
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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.