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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
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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.