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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
The Victims,
AZ,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
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.