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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
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The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Unwound,
UT,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.