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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
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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.