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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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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.
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.