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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the jazz 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
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.