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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Yellowson,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
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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.