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 Dominica and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
You don't know what you really want.