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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
World's Most,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
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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.