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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
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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.