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 Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.
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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.