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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Neu!,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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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.