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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Gong,
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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.