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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.