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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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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.