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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.