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 Chad and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
UT,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.