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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.
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.