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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.