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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
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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.