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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.