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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
PIL,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
You don't know what you really want.
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.