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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.