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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Mars,
The Residents,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.
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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.