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 Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pop Group 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Brick,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
AZ,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
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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.