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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.