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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Ponytail,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Pole,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.