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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.
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.