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 Fiji 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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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.