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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Ossler,
DNA,
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.