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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.