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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
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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.