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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.
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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.