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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.