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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
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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.