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 Swaziland and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.