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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
The Names,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.