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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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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.