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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.