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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.