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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.