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 Niger and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.