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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Monks,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.