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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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.