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 North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
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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.