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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
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The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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