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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.