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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.