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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
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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.