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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
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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.