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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Niagra to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
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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.