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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Fear,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
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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.