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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.