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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.