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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Sonics to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.