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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Make Up to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
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.