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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
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.