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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Whodini to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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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.