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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
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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.