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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
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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.