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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
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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.