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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
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A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.