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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.