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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.