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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
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The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.