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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Gong,
PIL,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.