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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
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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.