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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
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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.