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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.