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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
The Names,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.