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 Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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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.