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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.