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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
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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.
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.