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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the disco 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Fear,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
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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.