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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
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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.