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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.