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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.