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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.
You don't know what you really want.