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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Swans,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.