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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Cramps to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
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.