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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.