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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Television,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.