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 El Salvador 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.
You don't know what you really want.