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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
10cc,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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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.