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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
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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.
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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.