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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.