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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Index,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.