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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
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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.