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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.