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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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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.