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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.