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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Average White Band 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
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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.