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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
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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.