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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Can,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.
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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.