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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.