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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
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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.