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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.