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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
The Motions,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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