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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.