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 Jamaica 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the disco 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.