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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Leaves to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Faust,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Move,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.