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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
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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.