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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
cv313,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
AZ,
Little Man,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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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.