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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Nico,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.