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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.