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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
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.