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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
You don't know what you really want.