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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Victims,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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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.