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 Bhutan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
MC5,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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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.