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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Wings,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.
You don't know what you really want.