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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.
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.