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 Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.
You don't know what you really want.