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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.