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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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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.