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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
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.
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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.