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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
The Smoke,
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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.