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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Scion,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
ABC,
The Doors,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
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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.