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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.