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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.