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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Deakin,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.
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.