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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
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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.